The Picklesworth Legacy 7.3
So, uh... I just wanted to download a new crib and somehow that pushed my game over the edge and then all of the kids disappeared. SO I HAD TO REMAKE THEM which means new baby twins. AGAIN. I also moved them into another house but I just didn't have the heart to put in any effort in it so it's very sparsely decorated. I shall refrain from downloading things until this legacy is well and truly complete and BY GAWD WILL I COMPLETE IT.
Elise puts her left foot in, she puts her left foot out, she puts her left foot in and she shakes it all abou- I mean, she is transitioning. Right after having learned to string together a coherent Simlish sentence too! That was a close one.
Given that she is a clone of her older sister, it was no surprise that she turned out as cute as a freshly baked cupcake. Now they can bond over playthings!
Mirabelle: HEY! This generic doll is MINE, OKAY!?
Or exercise those 1 nice points they each have. I'll snap them photos up either way.
Anywho, about the babies: I got Ivy pregnant again and fast-forwarded the pregnancy so that she could pop out babies and everything could be in the correct-ish timeline. Say hello to Tommy the third (because third time's the charm, right? RIGHT?), who, despite having been pacifier-rolled, decides to spit in my CAS by retaining those blue eyes. Because SURE, WHY NOT. *Puts pillow over face*
His twin, Phoebe, is the only one who can apparently deign to be a non-blue eyed specimen. One boy in a sea of girls, eh? The opposite of last generation. Alright, game. I'll forgive you for now.
Resurrect John-Bob? At this stage of the game? SURELY YOU JEST. OK, it may have crossed my mind for a second there. DO NOT TEMPT ME WITH HIS MINTY, ADORABLE PRESENCE.
Alice: Hi Grandma! Hi Grandpa! I came over from school to... vi... sit...
Dear me, we seem to have stumbled upon a rather risqué sight now, haven't we? *Adjusts monocle*
Alice: EEEEEEEK
She had a delayed reaction, but under such circumstances, I might find myself trying at length to process what I'm seeing as well. Thankfully, I have never found myself in such a position (though I've had friends tell me about their awkward experiences).
Alice: Elise! Elise! You'll never guess what I saw!
Elise: Is it Grandma and Grandpa canoodling? Because she told me all about that...
Yesterday...
Catalina: ROMANCE NOVELS? PFFFFFFT. PLEASE, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY KINKY SEXCAPADES-
Elise: GRANDMA NO. *Hides behind book*
The teaser picture might have made it seem like these two were about to have a fun pillowfight, eh? Alas, just as things in movies or on TV never are as fancy-looking when on set, it was false advertising. Mirabelle did not take kindly to being thwacked across her freckly cheek with rather soft material.
Elise: OK, what about red hands?
Mirabelle: No, seriously. Get away.
So Elise decides to hang out with someone who does enjoy her company. It also gives me a reason to slip in a photo of John, who is otherwise rather absent this update, as I tended to focus more on the kids (only to later realize I took more photos of him than of Ivy. Well shuck my corn and grill it good! Or something...)
Well here's a picture to show that Ivy still exists! She's just busy trying to climb the cutthroat world of the music industry and capturing the hearts of the 20 or so people in this entire town! A success story of a girl from a rich family aiming to become richer, to feed her children who are well taken care of by everyone in the family. I'm sure her PR can twist that into a moving tale.
Speaking of children, the twins are ready to grow up in the most fashionable way possible.
Young Tommy is sporting a hairstyle that tells me he is stylish, yet very nonchalant about it. He drinks his formula milk out of organic, recyclable sippy cups and his favourite toy is the Amazon rainforest animal noise maker. You've probably never heard of it.
Phoebe's love of plaid and simple yet classy hairband are just prepping her for the private school she knows she will get into.
I am not one to delay toddler skillings so BAM. Miracle smart brain food making stuff, come to my aid!
Tommy proved to be an especially clever tyke and learned to speak in a mere 2 Sim hours. It's amazing what one can do when one is literally glowing with mentally advancing chemicals.
Meanwhile, the older children are...
Mirabelle: HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HIT NOW!?
Elise: EEEEK.
... Yep.
Mirabelle: What? A little payback is good for the soul!
I started with a founder with 6 nice points, and somehow it has degenerated into these... these Disney villains! What do you mean Mirabelle ain't got nothing on Frollo? She could totally do it.
Elise: Hey, sis! *Pops through bed*
SWEET GUMBALLS AAAAAAAAAAAAAH *Is having horrible Ju-On flashbacks*
The perils of having a child jump on the bottom of a bunk bed. *Clutches hand to chest*
It saddens me that toddlers can't play on the little skill-building toys together. I wish I could have that little drawing table from freetime or have the interaction for them to huggle, but alas. I shall make do with Tommy waiting glitchingly until his sister is done pulling on a rabbit's ear.
Phoebe: He'll be waiting a loooong time, then. Hehehehe.
Tommy's got other toys he can get his little logical-driven mind to enjoy. Sure, it took him 30 minutes to put the square peg into the square hole (I sat there watching him do it the whole time), but it's the growing skills points that count!
Simultaneous poop time!
Phoebe: Excuse you, I'd like a little privacy here.
John: Wheeee!
Meanwhile, someone is busy re-enacting a 1952 musical. Someone throw him a hat and an umbrella, I am almost certain there is a lamppost nearby!
And look who sneakily sneaked into their big sisters' room to try their hand at some material simming. You sneaky salamander! (A friend of mine says this a lot and I think it may have slithered into my vocabulary. Hon hon hon).
Tommy: Om nom nom.
Have your hours of logic building been thrown away in favour of testing out your baby teeth? *Le sigh*
Mirabelle: So if our ancestors were green, does that mean we're aliens?
Ivy: What? No.
Mirabelle: Then where did we come from?
From a long ago urge of mine to download some unnaturally-coloured skintones and then wanting to use the word 'Pickle' in a family name, even if they were more minty green.
Old age is catching up to Catalina, I fear. After years of sexy gymnastics, I'd be feeling the old ache in my creaky bones too, I'd imagine.
*Pokes with cursor*
Catalina: WAT.
Uh... actually, I have nothing to do to you right now. CARRY ON.
Saturday = outing day, as per tradition. The girls get to have fun on the second floor arcade of the pizza parlour and make some new friends in the process.
Elise: I'm so good at making friends! I'm like a friendship rocket just going FWOOOOSH!
You're burning through the sky 200 degrees, that's why they call you Elise Picklesworth. That sounded better in my head with the melody.
Elise: No, I'm totally from space! Hey, did you know my ancestors were aliens?
Now you're just spreading false information. I have a non-freckly minty skintone for my aliens, thank you very much.
John is ~too cool~ for childish pinball games. He's got a serious competition to win... AGAINST HIMSELF. For no other would dare compete against him. They're all too busy stuffing their faces downstairs with delicious, delicious cheesy goodness for only $3.99.
I almost forgot there was a jukebox in this joint, so everybody do the macarena!
Elise: Oh my God, what is she doing?
Sucking people into her musical vortex of fun. COME ON, JOIN IN THE IRRESISTIBLE PULL OF THE SYNCRHONIZED DANCE NUMBER.
Scott: PEOPLE ARE BOOGYING WITHOUT ME!? UNPOSSIBLE.
Now I see where Mirabelle gets it from.
I am so proud that I started this impromptu dance party. It's like something out of Hairspray or Grease in this environment! :D
Back home, things are a lot quieter for the younger Picklesworths. I found Catalina autonomously playing dollhouse with her grandson, and my teeth proceeded to melt into pools of enamel from all the cute.
Oh, Cesar. Have you learned nothing from being married into this family? When asked to play catch, you come up with an excuse from your list of pre-planned excuses and then you skedaddle like you've been caught on fire from trying to cook spaghetti.
Cesar: Of course I know! You think Catalina hasn't brought her baseball into the bedroom on occasion?
WOW OKAY. I'M GOING TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LOT NOW.
Phew! Look, a nice G-rated activity that involves candle snuffing! (Stop giggling in the back, there.)
Phoebe: What is this feeling, this need to stretch my body?
A spurt of growth, m'dear. Nothing more than a spurt of growth.
Tommy is looking pretty fly for a little guy, even if he is sporting genes that I'm trying to get rid of. He still has a little place in my heart, squeezed between all of the other black-haired, blue-eyed members of this family.
And Phoebe. <3 Oh goodness, what do you mean my bias is showing? *Zips up*
To top off this day of awesome, Cesar returns home at the top of the criminal career and is 25,000 aspiration points richer for it. SUCCESS.
The twins waste no time in testing out their suddenly expanded vocabulary.
That didn't last long, though. Who doesn't want to spend their Sunday playing?
Eeeheeeheeheee. <3
And then Mirabelle's 1 nice point had to go and ruin it all.
Mirabelle: LOL no, I don't do hugs.
Mirabelle: BLAGSFHGKLSFGAAELTKAGKLSFG
Tommy: HOLY JACK-IN-THE-BOX, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
I admit to watching this video while I was typing this. I was just too amused!
Phoebe: Wanna go play outside?
Mirabelle: PFFFFFFT. My birthday is tomorrow. I am going to be a ~teenager. I'm too old to play kids' games!
And thus the evils of puberty began.
The headmaster is back to let the younger ones into private school, etc. We are all old pros at this tweed-clad derriere-kissing by now.
*Blows dust off knuckles* Natch. My next goal is to successfully get a wishing well. Probably not with this family but in my future Prosperity Hood!
Doth mine eyes spy a peeking child at the window?
Mirabelle: It's snowing on my birthday! Is this a sign?
I'm not sure what omens a snowflake could bring, but spin your horoscope tale however you want, kid.
Ivy + Tommy: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRABELLE!
Elise: *DGAF*
The silent treatment, eh? Not that it's deterring Mirabelle's mood one bit.
Phoebe: Yaaaay Mirabelle!
Mirabelle: Shut up, busy transitioning! :D
There she is! She rolled Pleasure and her LTW is to become a Game Designer, just like her great-grandpa Amos. She likes girls with black hair who wear cologne, but hates it when they hide all of those lovely dark locks under hats.
Tommy: Pssh, who cares about Mirabelle's birthday? It's only-
Tommy: Wait... What's that falling from the sky?
The snow that's been falling all night.
Tommy: Well I don't like it. Take it away!
I don't mess with the seasons, bro. He was incredibly miffed about the idea of winter, it was actually pretty funny to watch. XD
Mirabelle: See ya, losers! I get to go to ~high school~ now.
Elise: *Doesn't care*
Elise: Seriously, look how much I don't care.
A valiant effort to appear classily unaffected, ruined by background Grandma in her nightie.
With the kids at work and the grandkids at school, Cesar takes some time off to indulge in his fluffier, less illegal activities. He is a postman-turned-criminal mastermind with a heart of gold, folks. I think he's earned his snowday.
And of course, getting a bit of snuggle time now that there is no one to walk in on them.
That's all for this update! Now I've got some catching up to do, reading other peoples' updates. It's been a busy awesome week!